Side note: Food for Thought
Have you ever chewed on a wad of paper? Using words to encourage sight through the mind's eye rather than manipulating the visual field by physical means feels like a gob of paper in my mouth.
Part I : Visual Communication through Fashion
SG Radio on Indie 103.1 FM in Los Angeles, is streaming through the computer to the stereo. Manko's voice is seeping through the speakers to my ears. It is fiercely seductive, irresistible, and completely delectable. Her voice makes it impossible for me not to be consumed in the content of her report of current, alternative, British culture and fashion. At this moment I would get on the next plane to London. At least my Internet connection and Cable programming allows me some sort of access into other cultures for the time being.
My mirror is telling me I'm a healthy weight and my hair is growing in its natural color. This is the closest I've been to my naturalistic self in five or six years. I'd have to take out my piercings, find a way to remove my tattoo, and run around naked if I were seriously interested in a complete reversion. I am more interested in present identity though and my level of control over how I, as well as others, see myself.
The majority of the world will never get a chance to take me for more than face value. I have come to see fashion, mainstream to the extreme, as one of the most interesting and versatile ways to bring the many layers of what lies beneath to the surface. There is a silent speech in the subtle interactions between the body and it's decoration. This visual communication can provide multiple, even contradictory messages with confidence and clarity.
Have you ever chewed on a wad of paper? Using words to encourage sight through the mind's eye rather than manipulating the visual field by physical means feels like a gob of paper in my mouth.
Part I : Visual Communication through Fashion
SG Radio on Indie 103.1 FM in Los Angeles, is streaming through the computer to the stereo. Manko's voice is seeping through the speakers to my ears. It is fiercely seductive, irresistible, and completely delectable. Her voice makes it impossible for me not to be consumed in the content of her report of current, alternative, British culture and fashion. At this moment I would get on the next plane to London. At least my Internet connection and Cable programming allows me some sort of access into other cultures for the time being.
My mirror is telling me I'm a healthy weight and my hair is growing in its natural color. This is the closest I've been to my naturalistic self in five or six years. I'd have to take out my piercings, find a way to remove my tattoo, and run around naked if I were seriously interested in a complete reversion. I am more interested in present identity though and my level of control over how I, as well as others, see myself.
The majority of the world will never get a chance to take me for more than face value. I have come to see fashion, mainstream to the extreme, as one of the most interesting and versatile ways to bring the many layers of what lies beneath to the surface. There is a silent speech in the subtle interactions between the body and it's decoration. This visual communication can provide multiple, even contradictory messages with confidence and clarity.
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zappagonzo:
Ah, it's just a goofy childhood memory that's all. No big deal.

furious1:
Natural hair color!?! awwww